by Shelton Bumgarner
Let me say AGAIN, that when I use the term “radical,” I meaning in an historical, ideological sense like you might find used to reference Reconstruction’s Radical Republicans.
I don’t want to hurt anyone, don’t want to blow anything up.
But, in the tradition of MLK, I do want to bend the long arc of history towards justice. As such, should the worst happen and Trump declare a national emergency so he can fund is fucking wall through extra-Constitutional methods, well, then, we’re going to rock and roll.
I only even suggest that this might happen — and as of this writing it hasn’t — because Trump’s presidency is careening towards an unknown fate as the shutdown crisis begins to slowly grow more dire day by day. There simply is no endgame at this point.
In fact, as things slowly heat up, I could see Trump believing that because he will never be convicted in the Senate that he can essentially do whatever the fuck he wants to, ride into 2020 on a decent economy, get re-elected and generally rule as an elected dictator for four years while he looks for a young, passionate successor to protect his “legacy” in 2024.
It seems to me that if he does such a Hail Mary pass, that it could be a seminal event in his presidency, right up there with the Nixon’s miss calculation in regards to the Saturday Night Massacre.
A lot centrists who are too busy enjoying the humming economy, raising their kids and paying their mortgage to pay attention to politics might, at least, pop their head up from eating dinner on such news. It’s possible that him doing such a demonstrably emperor-like thing in a nation that fancies itself the be-all-and-end-all of Republics might spark the founding of the Radical Resistance outside of its current boundaries of my fevered imagination.
People might, like, be pissed.
Maybe nothing will happen. Maybe America 2019 is just warmed over Germany 1939.